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Friday, January 30, 2009

In Their Perfect World

his love tricklesanddrips ever so slowlylike a soft rainmelting away the hustleof the worldand he holds her closelyas whispers of soft-coreconnect every aching touchand every tender kissher honey-flavored thighsmove and writhewithout consentout of controland over the edgethe two heartbeatsdip once againinto the pleasure troughfeastingindulgingand ravishingevery little biteand savoringevery little tastethis is whenthe sky meetsthe earthand mountains moveas they spill into the seabestowing the truest of lovein their perfect world